Monday, March 30, 2015

Monday Poem for Jen

Women and Bird in the Night by Joan Miró
They are saying
that Jen is a myth,
An urban legend.

Typed on the fringes of gchat,
felt, but seldom seen ,
(and then, only with magic glasses,
while being resigned to the fate of red pedicure chairs.)

While not so far far away:
There are whispers in a
lotus belle tent
with stars for roof.

Gypsies. They know.
Because 'we' are 'they'!

- Neha

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Sign language

Sumair by Amrita Sher-Gil (1936)
The once freshly painted walls
now stand scratched,
Like scratches on my body, and yours :
these signs of living

- Neha

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Online Ordering

Woman, Bird and Star by Joan Miró 
I ordered a rubber ball.
I got a boulder.

The postman left a memo: You think too small. Expand your imagination.

- Neha

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Borrowed Conundrums

Bird with two fish by Jamini Roy 
Light and shadow,
Light and shadow,
Which of you am I,
which did I borrow?

You lift an eyebrow, and say,
Oh, come on! now don't be so narrow,
you are both, and this plain fact is known
even by your courtyard baby sparrow!

- Neha

Hamsa Smiles

Mid Summer Day-Dream by A. Ramachandran 
[Hamsa is a mythical bird found in Indian folklore. It is said to represent perfect union, balance and life. A constant repetition of the word "hamso" changes it to "Soaham", which means "That I am". The flight of the Hamsa also symbolizes the escape from the cycle of samsara.] 

Like hamsa living in water,
yet untouched by water,

They continued to strive
in the unstriving,

Hamsa did what hamsa does,
Experiments in pearls, milk, water and dust.

And after all this while,
hamsa still smiles.
while trying to be still a while.

- Neha


Femmes dans la nuit. Ref: 1072 by Joan Miro

Black, black the night,
Misty corner of wondering weightless eye.

Grey, grey the height,
Falling followed by the deep sigh.

White, white the kite,
Heady halo holding bewitched bewildered sky.

- Neha

Waterlily Fire

Flowers of Fire by Georgia O'Keeffe

….Whatever can happen to anyone can happen to me.

Fire striking its word among us, waterlilies
Reaching from darkness upward to a sun
Of rebirth, the implacable. And in our myth
The Changing Woman who is still and who offers.

Eyes drinking light, transforming light, this day
That struggles with itself, brings itself to birth.
In ways of being, through silence, sources of light
Arriving behind my eye, a dialogue of light.

And everything a witness of the buried life.
This moment flowing across the sun, this force
Of flowers and voices body in body through space.
The city of endless cycles of the sun.

I speak to you You speak to me

- Muriel Rukeyser

Thursday, March 12, 2015


“The craft or art of writing is the clumsy attempt to find symbols for the wordlessness.”

—John Steinbeck

Thursday, March 05, 2015


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Tuesday, March 03, 2015

To Soar

Melancholic Singer by Joan Miro 
Spring love and cool rain,
together drive you to
soar through their apparatus,
like you have a friend.

- Neha

Monday, March 02, 2015

Start Close In

Lavender Iris by Georgia O'Keeffe (1951)

Start close in,
don’t take
the second step
or the third,
start with the first
close in,
the step
you don’t want to take.

Start with
the ground
you know,
the pale ground
beneath your feet,
your own
way to begin
the conversation.

Start with your own
give up on other
people’s questions,
don’t let them
smother something

To hear
another’s voice,
your own voice,
wait until
that voice

becomes an
private ear
that can
really listen
to another.

Start right now
take a small step
you can call your own
don’t follow
someone else’s
heroics, be humble
and focused,
start close in,
don’t mistake
that other
for your own.

Start close in,
don’t take
the second step
or the third,
start with the first
close in,
the step
you don’t want to take.

- David Whyte